But those people did not know that Mousse was gone, and they confidently and blindly obeyed the words of their own rulers and rushed in. Oh, I just happened to rest in the imperial garden and watch the night Jingying.

"......" Assassins: What a coincidence.

“…… What a coincidence, guys. Ying Fu, who slowly pulled out his knife, sneered, "This is a very appropriate time, it seems that you have expected me to be here tonight." ”

The scene was awkward for a while.

The Assassin's figure shifted for a second, and they exchanged glances and nodded—so they could only curse a few words in their hearts in the face of this situation, and quickly stabbed their swords at Ying Fu in their hands.

They quickly changed their goals.

A certain prince was lying in his palace. Quietly reading the book, thinking about the good news that the assassins came back, he didn't expect that these assassins not only failed to complete the mission, but also caused a catastrophe!!

The next day, when he heard the news, the prince was so angry that he was stupid, his eyes opened, his legs kicked, and he fainted. I don't know the situation yet, someone can still go out for supper in a good mood and go to the Qinglou to hug the girl.

When Ying Luoke eliminated the last person in the garden, a drop of blood stuck to his face that he didn't know who it was, Ying Fu blinked, wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and indifferently tore off the fabric of his sleeve-

"Come out and dispose of it, it's late at night, and you should go back early to rest." Ying Fu seemed to be saying to the air, but in fact he was commanding the secret guards hiding in all corners.

As Ying Fu slowly walked towards the dormitory, a person dressed in black jumped out of different places behind him, and then dragged away the miscellaneous figures on the ground one by one, and disposed of the blood stains on the ground.

In this way, the Imperial Garden, like every night in the past, has not changed at all-

This is the case with the deep palace, which may change differently every night, but this change is only hidden in the decaying darkness of the night, and it is still the glittering palace during the day.

Everyone is envious.

For some reason, Yingfu's back looks very lonely, and it makes people feel a lot of desolation.

Mousse finally discussed the countermeasures with one person and one system, and was ready to implement it as planned.

The night actually passed quickly, and it wasn't long before they opened their hands and it was the dawn of the day.

When the sun hits his face, Mousse is lazy, gets up from the bed in the guest room, and tidies up and goes out.

The host chats with the system in the mind.

[All right, is this the big guy you said before that took you all the way to becoming a god and taking off? ] 】

【…… Well. The system said it was very, very unwilling to admit it.

[But how do I feel that he is quite a sand sculpture, not as fierce as you say, such a powerful person.] The host was a little puzzled, although he hadn't been able to interject anything before, but the communication between the two people, he was still listening carefully, and kept an eye on it.

The attitude of the system towards the host and the mousse is completely different, which actually shows what is called double standard.

[Oops, I said it all, it's just that he's right] The system hummed and muttered: [I thought so a long time ago, okay, I was deceived by the false face of Mousse to ...... like this]

[What? The host doesn't hear very clearly, only the system itself muttering something.

[No, since you have encountered this mousse, you should follow him to learn hard, after all, he is a full-level retirement pensioner, although I don't know why something went wrong, I met with us. The system yawned lazily: [If it is shining, under normal circumstances. You can't shave if you want to. 】

[But do you really think Mousse's plan is reliable? The host couldn't help but frown as soon as he thought of the plan to separate the spectrum, and then twitched the corners of his mouth.

[Whether it's reliable or not, it's not what we say, we can only leave it to fate.] 】